Ginger Girl Pleasuring Herself

I started to get up to walk over to her, but she held up a hand. “Fine, whatever,” she eventually bitterly huffed. Morgan smiled again, but a much different kind of smile. She grabbed my hands, placed both of them on her breasts, then grabbed my face and began kissing me again. “I reserve the right to be mad at you for not stopping it. “Mhm!” she nodded enthusiastically. “Yes,” I replied. Like, ‘oh, look at this majestic thing, I wanna ride one, I wanna own one,’ but I have never even cared about horses,” she began. “Hmm,” she finally said, her stare returning to my crotch. “I think there was a miscommunication somewhere, Mother. “And you still are, right?”
I was about to say, ‘no, our final session was last night,’ but my stupid self forgot that was a dream.